I leapt back, not expecting a sudden and sharp incline upwards. I stumbled back and fell onto the step. My back struck the corner and I groaned, but rolled to avoid a jab of a spear. I pulled myself up quickly and moved up the steps, avoiding the jabs of the pursuing dracanae. I flung myself into the VIP room to see it completely emptied except for a few fleeing nymphs. I turned and slammed the door into the face of the monster, avoiding the head of the spear as it came through the metal. Swearing, I pushed a sofa in front of it and flung myself over the bar top and hid in the corner, drawing an arrow and notching it. I swallowed, listening intently.
The dracanae slammed against the door, pushing against it until the sofa finally gave way and flung across the room, slamming into the mirrored wall. The wall shattered and pieces of glass flung everywhere. I stayed where I was, listening for any sounds of movement. There was a soft sound of scales scraping over the ground before it hit what I could only imagine as carpet. I frowned and looked up. The wall behind the bar was lined with more mirrors. I saw the dracanae fling aside a chair, revealing an empty corner. She hissed, annoyed with how well I was playing hide and seek. I scanned her body, looking for a chink in the armor. I didn't want to waste my hiding spot by shooting at her and finding out her armor could stand up to Apollo's arrows.
I swallowed thickly when she turned, hissing loudly. She snapped her net, spinning around. A forked tongue flicked out of her mouth and suddenly her head turned towards me. I held my breath, watching her reflection as she slithered closer and closer to me. As she moved towards me, she grinned behind her helm. The eye holes were so small, I doubted if I could hit...then it hit me. I was holding fucking Bruhmastra. I wouldn't miss if I just concentrated on the shot. When lost in the heat of the battle, I completely forget I wielded my father's weapon. I pulled out another arrow and notched it as well, pulling the string back before I stood up straight, facing her. She hissed in pleasure, pulling her arm back to fling her net at me.
Time slowed again and I felt my hatred for this species fill my arms, my muscles. There was no reason to spare her life. One of her kin had killed my sister, she may have hurt the Muse Terpsichore, and she may have helped steal from my father. The first two pissed me off to no end, but the third was beyond aggravating. Only his sister and his children were allowed to fuck with Apollo. I smirked at her, and thought both eyes, both eyes, both eyes. I silently prayed to the gods to let my arrows fly true as I released the string.
My eyes followed the arrows as she made to throw her net at them, to knock them out of the air as her second arm raised to throw her spear towards my chest. I held my breath as I watched the arrows fly through the holes in the net, slicing through air like it was nothing. The snake demon's eyes widened behind the helm and she tried to avoid them. She ducked in slow motion and the arrows followed the path, arching downwards and slunk! I watched her fall backwards before her body burst into dust, leaving behind only the net and spear. I grabbed the spear quickly and stepped through the rubble to the top of the stairs. The club was completely empty now except for four beings: Beckendorf and Annabeth, and the two other dracanae.
Beckendorf was facing me, keeping away from the dangerous net and spear. He yelled his frustration, stepping back. I lifted the spear, aimed, and threw it. It hit the dracanae square in the back of the head, making a dent in the helm and twisting the piece of armor. It distracted the demon long enough for Beckendorf to come in, giving a backhanded slice with one ace, knocking the helmet off the monster, before following through with an overhand chomp right into her forehead. The monster went up into dust before I even drew my next arrow, aiming at the third and final monster.
Annabeth was fighting by darting around the net and spear, trying to get in close at the monster's sides. It was a commendable strategy, but the armor was too thick and the face was too guarded. I aimed my arrow and thought of just trapping Annabeth's prey. I released the arrow and it went through the armor on the shoulder, pinning the dracanae against the wall. Before the monster could react, Annabeth came in quick and stabbed her longer dagger into the opening of the eyes. The monster crumbled into dust. I lowered my bow, looking at them with a smirk.
"And that's why long ranged weapons are the best," I boasted, lifting the bow above my head. I saw the arrow that was still in the wall from Annabeth's prey shimmer and disappear. Seconds later, my quiver felt just a tad heavier and I smiled. Beckendorf rolled his eyes, lumbering up the stairs with Annabeth trailing behind. I stepped aside as the blacksmith entered the room, glancing around. Annabeth jabbed me in the side with her dagger, causing me to jerk away from her and almost fall over the edge of the stair railing.
Beckendorf was looking through the trashcans when I finally regained balance and reentered the room. "I don't think there's going to be anything here," I said as I glanced around, stepping through the shards of glass to knock aside an armchair. "They would've cleaned it from the last attack." Annabeth nodded a little, but still rummaged through the cabinets behind the bar. I sighed and pulled my bow onto my wrist before joining the search. Thirty minutes passed by. Bouncers and Terpsichore returned, warily. Once I assured them that it was safe, they reopened the club, but expressed doubt of anyone returning that night.
And they closed the VIP room for us, letting us search the room and scour the corners for any clues. I had no luck. I thought I had something once, but it turned out just to be a piece of glitter from one of the nymphs' dresses or something. Just in case, I called the others over and they dismissed it just as I did. After a few hours of searching, I called it off, sitting on the bar top. Annabeth sighed heavily, sitting on a bar stool with Beckendorf leaning against the counter with his massive arms crossed. I sat, looking at the bar top, thinking.
"Well, we'll just have to hop on a plane and fly to New Orleans," I said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Annabeth laughed humorlessly.
"Yes, because we have that kind of money to spend! Three plane tickets to New Orleans! And what if that's another clue and another trail to the other side of the country? We can't fly." I sighed heavily, falling backwards to lay on the bar top. I stared at the ceiling, frowning a little. The ceilings were mirrored as well, though in odd patterns that caused a multitude of the same images, cut and angled differently. It gave me a headache, to be honest. I couldn't imagine what it was like with the strobe lights going. I scanned the ceiling, trying to think of a way to get to New Orleans fast, without using a place.
"We could hijack Apollo's chariot. Just make it into a Cobra or something," I offered lamely while scanning the ceiling.
"Oh yeah, sure!" Annabeth said sarcastically, "Let's steal from the god who put us on a quest to retrieve something that was stolen from him. Great plan!" I sighed heavily, closing my eyes.
"It was a fucking joke, Chase," I snapped. I knew I shouldn't have. I knew it would just end in a huge argument, and that we'd yell at each other for hours, but I was tired, and I was still hungry, and I was ready to just sleep for the night and get started on this quest again tomorrow. I would be able to think more clearly tomorrow.
"This is not a time for jokes!" She snapped back at me and I sat up, glaring at her.
"Then what is it a time for!?" I yelled back, "A brilliant idea from Annabeth Chase? Go on then, tell us what to do, oh wise one!" She looked furious as she stood, standing up on her tiptoes to glare at me in the face as I sat up quickly.
"Watch it, Arrow Boy," she growled. I snorted.
"Come up with that one all on your own, did you?" I replied coldly. She curled her fist and pulled her arm back and I braced myself for the punch, closing my eyes. Before she could swing, however, Beckendorf coughed. We both looked over, me peeking out one eye. He raised an eyebrow, then pointed up at the ceiling. I followed his gesture, staring at the crazy angles and the different images of the room. It made my head hurt. I looked back him, silently asking him what he was pointing at.
Annabeth followed his gesture as well, and gasped. She climbed up on the bar top and reached up towards the ceiling. When she couldn't reach, she looked at me and narrowed her eyes. "Let me get on your shoulders." I groaned, but pulled my quiver off my back and sat up on my knees, letting her climb up onto my shoulders before she slowly stood on my shoulders. I grunted as Beckendorf steadied her. I held her ankles as she worked at something on the ceiling. I hissed in pain as she started to pull something out of the ceiling.
Suddenly she hopped down, back to the bar top. I stood up, rubbing my shoulders as I watched her pull a black wire from the junction of two mirror faces. She followed it all the way around the room to a mortal video camera, hidden high up in the corner of the bar cabinets with a perfect view of the room. I grinned widely, looking at my companions before jumping down to the floor and going to find Terpsichore.
A couple of minutes later, Annabeth and I were in a backroom, staring at some monitors, watching security tapes from October while Beckendorf went and got our things from the trash bin in the ally. We had found the tape of the night of the attack easily enough, and it was indeed the same night that Apollo had found me and my sister and told us to go to that creepy old bus station in the middle of nowhere.
The beginning of the evening was just my father, looking as he always did, eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore a white button down shirt and black shorts with matching loafers. He had sunglasses on with earphones in his ears, and was being served drinks from the bartender that Annabeth talked to. He was alone, except for the raven on his shoulder, gleaming white, and the bartender. Terpsichore joined him a little while later and the bartender left, and they eventually started to dance together, the raven flying to land on a coat stand near the door that led to the alleyway. It was actually kind of cute to watch. They danced mostly to slow songs, and it made me wonder if my dad had relationships like this with all of the Muses, and if they ever fought over him. I shuddered, thinking about it.
Then Apollo suddenly seemed agitated. He ripped the earphones out, and flung his IPod across the room. Terpsichore was trying to calm him down, but he shook his head. The only bad thing about this tape was that it was visual only, no sound. He grabbed a jangle of keys from the bar top, then gestured to the raven. Terpsichore nodded, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I ignored that bit, and watched him leave. We fast forward through Terpsichore doing nothing but dance and sing, clean up a little, then dance some more.
It couldn't have been more than ten minutes when five dracanae burst through the door from the ally, and three from the door that led to the club. Terpsichore yelled something as one opened a sack and scooped up the raven, which started to struggle within the bag. Even with their target acquired, they went and attacked her. She fought pretty well, but then a demi-god entered the room. I didn't recognize him, but Annabeth got very tense and I figured it was Luke. He drew a blade, golden and gleaming. He sliced at her and she fell, her side bleeding the golden blood of the gods. And then he kicked her and kicked her and punched her, and didn't let up for several minutes. It made me sick to watch. Finally, after delivering one last kick, he sheathed his sword and turned, leaving the room via the door to the ally. The dracanae followed with the bag with the raven inside as the bouncers burst through the door several seconds later.
I sighed, leaning back and putting my heads behind my head as Annabeth fast forwarded to the part where Apollo returned. The bouncers had been leaning over Terpsichore, but stood quickly and backed away when Apollo entered. I realized that it was the same time that the dracanae had attacked Olivia, when he disappeared from my reality and reentered Terpsichore's. I watched as he knelt over her, strangely still. I had never seen him so still before. Then, without warning, he flashing bright white, blinding the camera for several long minutes. Finally, when we got visibility back, he had the Muse on the sofa. He was sitting on the sofa, his back to the arm and her head in his lap. She looked tired and weak. He fed her something, I assumed Ambrosia, before moving his hands over her wounds, slowly healing the surface cuts and bruises as well as the deeper injuries.
Annabeth paused the video and leaned back in her chair with a sigh, looking at me. "So, what did we learn?" she asked, as if she had nothing or she had too much. I glanced to the screen, then shrugged a little.
"Well, we know for sure that there was a demi-god there," I murmured and she nodded, mouthing one word as she closed her eyes. I ignored it and continued on, "I think maybe he had celestial bronze toed boots." She gave me a weird look and I sighed a little. "Well, it would make sense, right? What else could harm a goddess like that?" She frowned, then looked back at the screen.
"Apollo was so still," she murmured, "just staring at her. Like he was thinking about something." I shrugged, squinting at the screen as Beckendorf entered the room, handing us our bags and pulling a seat up. "Like he was talking to her," Annabeth suddenly whispered, rewinding the tape as she did. She stopped the tape, then pressed play. She pointed at Terpsichore's lips. They were moving, ever so slightly. "Why question her before heal her?"
"Maybe he was just shocked? I mean, a goddess being...well, mugged doesn't happen very often." I answered, squinting at the screen again before shrugging a little. "Who knows why? Gods do what they want." I muttered, leaning back in my chair and putting my feet on the desk. Annabeth sighed and rewound the tape to the demi-god. She sighed heavily.
"So Luke has the bird," I said dully, staring at the screen. Annabeth looked at me, furrowing her brows before raising them.
"Oh, no, Mitchell...You've never met Luke," she said slowly as she paused the video, pointing to the demi-god's face. I gave her a look and sat up straighter, looking at the screen. I shrugged, not sure what I was supposed to be seeing. "Luke has a scar on his face," she murmured with a sigh, "this isn't Luke. Just someone working for Luke." I sagged my shoulders a little. I knew other half-bloods had left camp to join Luke and fight against the gods, but seeing the evidence right in front of me was disheartening.
"Who is it then?" I asked, and Annabeth quickly exchanged a look with Beckendorf who just shrugged a little. She sighed and turned the monitor off before looking at me. The room was much more dimmer with the screen off, the only light coming from an old, bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It cast awkward shadows and made me a little uneasy.
"Zakarie Cozart. He's only a year older than you." I looked at her as if that was supposed to mean something to me. She sighed heavily, glancing back to the black monitor screen. "He's a son of Apollo. He's your brother."
We got up to leave the club. I was still trying to get my head wrapped around the fact that one of my brothers had stolen from Apollo. It would make sense. He would've been allowed right into the club, no questions asked. Apollo's children needed to have tighter security. We shouldn't be allowed to bounce from club to club, especially when we wanted to attack one and take an immortal white raven. I scowled, snapping the quiver onto my bracelet. It shrank to a charm, and I grabbed my knapsack.
"Hey, what time is it?" Annabeth asked, as if she were trying to get my mind off the unfortunate news. I scowled, trying to focus but I couldn't tell what time it was. I just shrugged angrily, storming out of the tiny room that held all the security tapes. Terpsichore was helping clean up the damage caused by the crowd and the attackers when we descended the stairs to the main dance floor. She smiled at us and came over. Annabeth and Beckendorf bowed respectively, and I just glared at the floor. That asshole, Zak, had attacked her. I wanted to kill him.
"Are you three continuing your quest?" She asked, her voice so musical and soft and wonderful, it raised my spirits considerably. I nodded slowly, rubbing the back of my head as I glanced to my companions.
"Yeah...I figured we'd stop in a motel and get a few hours sleep before heading south." I answered, looking up at her. She smiled charmingly, glancing around the club. No one had been seriously injured in the attack, the biggest worry was a nymph who had sprained her ankle when she ran to get away from the dracanae.
"Tell you what, heroes," the muse finally said, turning to look at us with a soft smile, "I'll pay for a room for you. You three deserve it, and since you're doing a quest for my Lord Apollo, it is the least I can do." She smiled. Annabeth grinned and I nodded, liking that idea. We didn't need to waste any more money than we already had (I didn't like spending money, a trait I picked up when I lived on the streets. Every dollar was precious). She finished up directing the clean up, satyrs and bouncers helping, before leading us out of the club and to the street. She was so graceful and lovely...I could easily fall in love with her.
Annabeth elbowed me a little, smiling and I patted Beckendorf's back. We had fought well that day. The catch bag was tallied up as such: one giant python, and three dracanae. I felt tired. The caffiene was wearing off, and I was ready to fall into any bed and sleep for a few hours without anything to worry about.
I expected Terpsichore to hail a cab for us, give us some money for a motel room, and wish us good luck. Instead, a golden Rolls Royce rolled up when she stepped up to the curb. I was worried how we'd all fit, but when I slid into the car behind Annabeth, I realized the car was bigger on the inside. I smiled a little, glancing around as I scooted over to make room for Beckendorf. Terpsichore climbed in behind us and settled in a seat across from us, smiling.
"Where to, madam?" A familiar voice said. A window rolled down behind her and she moved to look through the opening. Apollo sat in the driver's seat, and winked at her. She smiled, though it looked sad. I could tell she was still upset about the theft of the raven. I raised my eyebrow at my father, crossing my arms.
"Aren't you supposed to remain...indifferent to this quest?" I asked. He laughed, pulling into the street with ease, and picked up speed.
"I'm just dropping off one of my lovely Muses to her favorite hotel, am I correct?" He smirked, looking at the muse. She smiled and nodded. "I do this all the time. Not my fault she picked up a couple of heroes. Besides, we're not really helping you on your quest, are we?" He grinned. He seemed to drive through traffic lights without any worry, and then I realized that we were driving through cars. I decided I was too tired for this, and decided not to question it. Things happened like this, get used to it, I told my brain.
Silence filled the car, something I was grateful for. I didn't want to talk, or think, or really do anything. I hadn't realized how tired I was. I just wanted to sleep. My friends looked pretty much the same. It had been a long day. I stifled a yawn as Apollo pulled up to a hotel. Terpsichore got out and held the doors for us. We crawled out and I stopped, looking up at the beautiful hotel. It was huge, made of pretty much only glass. It curved around the street, the lights of the city reflecting off the windows. I dreaded to find out how much this would cost to stay a night. I turned to tell the muse that we didn't deserve this, but she was gone as was the golden car. I frowned, looking at my friends. They were too busy staring at the hotel to realize that Apollo and Terpsichore had left.
I glanced up and down the street, wondering what we should do, when a young man rushed out of the hotel. As he approached us, I gripped the hilt of my dagger under my coat. He only smiled, bowing respectively to us. If he questioned what we were wearing and what we looked, he didn't voice it. "Mister Hower, Mister Beckendorf, Miss Chase, please come in. Your room is waiting for you." I didn't bother looking to my friends for approval. I was tired, and there was a room somewhere in that hotel that had a bed that had my name on it. I heard them follow me, Annabeth tugging on my elbow.
"Are we really-" she stared to ask but I cut her off.
"Yes, we are. Because I'm tired, you're tired, he's tired, and we need to sleep. We have a room, and we'll just...lock the door or something, okay?" I said with a huff. She scowled, but stayed silent as we entered the hotel lobby. It was beautiful and wide, and I loved it. It had plush sofas and chairs and a bunch of employees rushing about, attending to random people. A few old guys looked down their noses at us, but I just smirked and followed the guy who greeted us like I owned the place. The men snorted and turned back to their conversation.
We were ushered into the elevator and the guy pushed the button for the fifty third floor. I waited, stifling yawns all the way up, and then followed him as he left the elevator and approached a double door, and opened it with a room key (which was an actual room key). We entered the room and I heard Annabeth gasp. The entire opposite wall was glass with a view looking over New York. The living area had a huge television, and a huge couch that looked like it could've been made of clouds. On either side of the living room were two doors. The left was opened to a bedroom that I saw had two twin beds in it, and I wanted to just snuggle up on one of them. The other door was closed. The boy that led us up here offered us two room keys, which we took. He bowed again and left, closing the door behind him.
I stood with my two companions, looking around the suite with wide eyes. It was the embodiment of luxury. I swallowed thickly, glancing to my friends before dropping my knapsack on the couch, and went to peek into the room with the closed door. It was a wide room, with a view over looking the city, with a king sized bed and a big television on the wall opposite. It had another door which led into a freaking huge bathroom with a large bathtub and a separate shower. I left that room and looked into the other room. Annabeth was flipping through the channels on the t.v. while Beckendorf had found the small kitchen area, where he studied the room service menu.
The other room was about the same size as the first, but with two twin beds instead of one king sized one. It also had a door that led to a wonderfully huge bathroom. I left the room, glancing over everything before crossing my arms and assuming the role of leader. We'd have to assign rooms. "Annabeth, you get that room," I said, pointing to the room that held the king sized bed. She checked it out before smiling a little. "You're the only girl, so it makes sense that you get a room to yourself." I said with a shrug. "And you can pick whichever bed you want in our room, big guy," I said to Beckendorf as I grabbed my knapsack. "I'm taking a bath." Annabeth groaned a little and rushed to her bathroom. I assumed to do that same as me. Beckendorf just grinned a little, sitting on the couch.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I dropped the knapsack next to the bathtub and stood in front of the the huge mirror that was hung over the counter and the sinks. I stared at my reflection. My face was angled, like Apollo's, like my brothers', like the demi-god in the video tape. I frowned a little, tilting my head back and to the side. My jaw was what Chloe said was a strong jaw. It was angler and sharp. My lips were narrow, and what my sister had described as a nude color. I just thought they looked..normal. They were just a little darker than my skin tone. My hair, blonde and short, glinted in the light of the bathroom.
I sighed a little, taking off my jacket. I removed my t-shirt, then peeled off the snake scale chain mail. I sighed heavily, relaxing instantly. The chainmail was insanely useful, but I didn't realize how heavy it actually was. Without it's weight, I felt light, like I would float away. As I pulled off my undershirt, I saw a fountain connected with the bathtub. It was dry, however. Furrowing my brows, I turns on the water to the tub. Without fail, water started up in the fountain and cascaded down the fake rocks into the tub, casting a rainbow against the marble. I saw the rainbow, and debated it for a moment before rummaging for a drachma and flipped it into the rainbow.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering," I said before pausing. I had time to back out. I could call someone else, but I decided I didn't want to. After facing a giant snake, and a couple snake bitches, I just wanted to see her. A beautiful, non-snake person. "Show me Chloe, Camp Half-blood." The rainbow shimmered for a moment before showing the daughter of Demeter. Her long black hair tumbled around her face. She was sitting outside the Demeter cabin, and only then did I realize how late it actually was. "Hey, Chloe." I said, smirking a little when she jumped and turned to see where I was. When she saw the Iris message, she smiled.
"Wow, you called me," she teased, "I feel so special." I laughed a little, glancing to the door. I knew Beckendorf would want to shower as well, so I couldn't spend all night talking with her, unfortunately.
"Well, yeah. I told you I was going to be safe. Might as well give you updates." I smirked, putting my hands in my pockets. Her eyes suddenly glanced me over and I saw her blush. I tsked a little. "Should I put a shirt on?" I asked, teasing. She rolled her eyes, covering her cheeks with her hands. I raised my eyebrow. "Well?" She hesitated before shaking her head, giggling a little. I smiled a bit.
"How're you?" She asked softly, pulling her knees to her chest, looking at me in the eyes. I sighed a little, shrugging.
"Tired, to be honest. We're going to be heading to New Orleans tomorrow morning." She nodded a little, resting her chin on her knees as she studied my face. I smiled a little. "What?" She shrugged with a smile.
"I like your hair," she said. I chuckled, then glanced at the door again. I really shouldn't hog the bathroom. She saw me glance and nodded in understanding. "IM me next time you get the chance, Mitch. Night." I nodded a little, my smile fading as I raised my hand in a goodbye. She waved her hand, then slashed it through the Iris message and she faded. I sighed a little, then turned on hot water and undressed completely, sinking into the water of the tub.
After quickly bathing, I dried off and got dressed in the same clothing. I sighed a little. I brushed my teeth quickly, and then left a drachma on the edge of the bathtub before grabbing my pack and my shoes and leaving the bathroom. Beckendorf was waiting in the living room, with plates of food he must've ordered. I dumped my stuff on one of the beds, then wandering into the living area. Beckendorf didn't wait for me to say anything, he just stood and went into the bathroom. Just as he did so, Annabeth left her own room as I sat onto the couch, looking at all the food. Then I saw a black piece of paper. I unfolded it to see golden text. I tried to decipher it as English when I suddenly realized it was Ancient Greek.
I hope this is enough. Sleep well, and good luck. -Terpsichore
I smiled a little at her kindness and picked up a plate that had slices of watermelon, mangoes, and honeydew on it with slices of cheese. Annabeth sat next to me, and read the note as well before picking some food. I glanced around for a clock and found one that read twelve thirteen. I whistled a little, then sighed, looking at the television. It was tuned to a news channel, which was covering a breaking story of a gang attack on the famed club Sun's Son. I snorted a little, chewing some honeydew and cheese. Annabeth rolled her eyes and changed the channel. I settled back into the sofa, watching the National Geographic channel with her. It was a special on stars, particularly our sun.
"Damn, Dad," I commented when the smooth-voiced narrator stated how big the sun was, "lose a few pounds." Annabeth snorted with laughter, trying to suppress it in case we offended Apollo. We managed to get under control only to glance at each other and start laughing again. Eventually we settled down as Beckendorf rejoined us. He had eaten while waiting for the bathroom, however, so the three of us finished the star show before going to bed.
After locking the doors and then double locking them (aka, putting a table against the door), we retired to our rooms. I checked to make sure there was no way into the room via the windows before crawling into my chosen bed. The door closed as Beckendorf kicked it closed, and I heard his sheets shift around when he climbed into his own bed. Suddenly there was silence between us. As I closed my eyes, I swore I heard him murmur, "Thanks, for the drachma." I nodded a little, mumbling a 'don't sweat it' as I tumbled into sleep.
AN: Hey guys. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. I've loved writing it, which is why I'm uploading so, so fast. I've just started reading the series and I'm only on the Last Olympian, so I hope you forgive me for anything that happens in the future that I contradict in this story. I'm trying to keep this story away from canon plots. It's supposed to be a sort of subplot, something that is happening beneath the main story. Mitchell's story is one that no one is supposed to know about because they're too focused on Percy and the Prophecy. That's my train of thought on this.
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